Well, what to do when your husband is either jetting around the globe making frightfully important business decisions, or visiting the colonies on a rugby tour? Clearly, my over ripe imagination demands an outlet so I indulge in literary creativity.

So, with a glorious view from the west wing stimulating my senses, I encourage my B-cups to runneth over, allowing a plethora of magazines and journalistic outlets to benefit from my talents. Workshops, courses and a critique service are available and, ooh crikey, the time!

Sorry, must dash, my muffins are about to peak and my high-on-hormones daughter needs collecting from her educational establishment...